Short Nonbelievers Poems

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Premium Member Why Cant They See You Grandma

the others were sobbing
wailing they were alone now
Shelly took grandma and her teddy bears to swing
why can’t they see you Grandma?
Death separates the nonbelievers she replied


'To Hate All The People Your Relatives Hate'

Religion
the bullet
that loads 
in your gun

Projecting
its damage
belief
zero-sum

Exclusion
delusion
its sights
center mass

To kill
nonbelievers
 the infidel
class

(The New Room: December, 2023)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Everybody Talks To God

("Eye of God", 2018, original encaustic)

Everybody Talks To God

Believers, nonbelievers
It makes no difference
Everybody talks to God
And ain’t that the truth
Since God is the totality
Of this Life we live
And so the eyes and ears
Of everyone you meet

(9/2/24)

What It Is

Jesus Christ Alright 
That's my fight 
He is my pride 
I don't need a fancy ride
To know that he is right 
He is the life 
The very air that I breathe 
How can't you see
The real me 
That is in Christ 
You have a choice 
But yeah nonbelievers 
Try to figure out what is right

Left Behind

On this day, nonbelievers will see
The unimaginable transpire

The earth overwhelmed by tragedy
People vanished, replaced by fire

As for those left behind
A flock of sheep without a Shepard

There in the book, perfectly lined
The words will taunt the herd

This is the day you will be left alone
No missionaries will try and change your mind

They reside at the feet of our God, beneath his throne
You, my friend have been left behind


Premium Member Misunderstood, Homeless and Desperate

Gypsies garbed in colorful robes fortune tellers on the seaside boardwalk sneers they get from nonbelievers “Vagrants,” they call tramps hobos from Hoboken to Alcatraz quietly passing the bottle to all in the boxcar don’t confuse thieves with gypsies and tramps we can say, “No,” to gypsies and refuse handouts to tramps the desperate who steal find a new home in jail
*Entry for Lisa’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves” contest

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